Psalm 23

Crimond?!

The Lord’s my shepherd, I’ve no needs.
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green and me he leads
The quiet waters by.

My soul he does restore again.
He guides me so I walk
The paths of righteousness upon -
This for his own name’s sake.

Yes, though through death’s dark vale I tread,
Yet I will fear no ill,
For you are with me and your rod
And staff they comfort will.

A table you for me appoint
Though I can see my foes.
My head with oil you do anoint
And my cup overflows.

Goodness and love for all my days
Will surely follow me
And evermore within God’s house
My dwelling place will be.